Photo Credit: Ken's Salad Dressing

A week ago Friday, my car dash gave me a warning message "front light failure." That means I was driving a dreaded padiddle. Horrors! It's happened once before. Got my car into the Shell station just in the nick of time today. It didn't have my headlight bulb in stock, but the owner called his auto parts supplier five minutes before the shop closed to ask the guy to stay open for another few minutes while he sent over someone.

I seldom drive after dark this time of year, but I'd rather just get it fixed so I don't have to clear the message every time I start the car. Besides, with my luck, I'd be the only padiddle in the state to get pulled over and ticketed for the infraction.

We left my car there and walked a couple of blocks to the center of town to grab some pub grub for a late lunch. The car was done by the time we came back. It was probably done not long after we were seated and our lunch order taken. Half pound blue cheeseburgers with a mountain of fries and brewskis. I didn't even eat the bun/roll, and barely touched the fries, but I'm still stuffed. Dinner will not be before 9:00 pm this evening, if at all.